The Willow Tree [Tattletale & Mylee]

[Meghan]

"Delilah Dewberry."



"Hey there Delilah
I've got so much left to say
If every simple song I wrote to you
Would take your breath away
I'd write it all
Even more in love with me you'd fall
We'd have it all."

A cool breeze rustled through the falling branches of the old willow, forcing Delilah to pull the sleeves of her pale, yellow jacket farther down her arms. She was leaning against the base of the tree, a sketch pad in her lap, colored with her attempt at capturing the falling snow. It was a silly idea to try to draw in such cool conditions, but Delilah was feeling particularly stubborn. She had come outside simply because it was so pretty, and she didn't plan on leaving this spot until she had captured the day on her pad and paper.

Still, as she huddled under that tree, blowing snowflakes out of her long hair, she couldn't help but long for the warm, chocolate milk that was likely available in her parent's shop. Her eyes closed longingly, daydreaming for warmer weather. The mere idea of warmth was contradictory to her entire purpose of being outside, but it seemed so appealing now that she was among the frosting-coated fields.

Aside from the workers in the mines, and the struggling residents of the Seam, most citizens would be locked in their shops at this time in the day. Delilah had only escaped from work because business had been lacking recently. Not many were wealthy enough to afford their treats, and the rest were simply too busy. No, Delilah could disappear for a few hours without any raised eyebrows or questioning stares. She planned to take full advantage of that free time.

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Mylee slipped away from the house and followed the noise of footsteps. She saw Delilah, a good friend and jumped on her back and shrieked "Delilah!" Delilah was obviously scared until she heard Mylee's voice. They sat down and Mylee said sheepishly, "I'm gonna do it." "I'll see you later, I hope." Mylee slipped away as fast as she came, and headed off towards the woods. She gave one final wave as she slipped the fence and headed off into the woods. Mylee headed towards the trees as her fate await her.

[Meghan]

"Delilah Dewberry."



"Hey there Delilah
I've got so much left to say
If every simple song I wrote to you
Would take your breath away
I'd write it all
Even more in love with me you'd fall
We'd have it all."

Delilah was just slipping into a snowy haze when the peacefulness of the surrounding meadow was ripped from her lazy veins. Her eyes widened in alarm, and she leaped from her seat of snow in a brief moment of panic. She could barely manage a hoarse "...Mylee?" before she found herself back, leaning on the base of tree, pretending the proceeding events had never happened.

Just as she opened her mouth to say something, perhaps to ask the girl how she was doing, or just simply to say hello (as she had not done this quite yet), Mylee had leaped up and sprinted into the woods, shouting something incoherent.

"Wait, where are you going?!" Delilah called to her retreating form. With a short breath of courage, she pulled herself from the ground and began running after girl. Her heavy, merchant feet were no match for the fast feet of the girl she was pursuing, and Delilah found herself slipping on snow and ice alike. In a moment, she was on the ground, sprawled out messily, too tired to do anything but lay there. "Oh, bother."

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"Cmon slow poke!" Mylee yelled with enthusiasm, as she vanished into the woods.

[Meghan]

"Delilah Dewberry."



"Hey there Delilah
I've got so much left to say
If every simple song I wrote to you
Would take your breath away
I'd write it all
Even more in love with me you'd fall
We'd have it all."

"Oh, no, it's okay - you can go on without me!" She mumbled from her place in the snow, too tired to get up. "I'll be fine! Really!" She rolled over with a loud flop, ignoring the shiny snow that had smeared itself all over her clothes. As she sat up, she watched her friend disappear into the woods. Like that, she was gone - out of sight, and Delilah was too afraid to follow. The woods was a dangerous place, and a girl like Delilah would never survive. Mylee, perhaps, but not Delilah. Never Delilah. With an audible sigh, perhaps just an emphasis on her clumsy situation, Delilah pulled herself from the snow and brushed herself off. It was useless, she might as well head home and change into a cleaner outfit.

Yet that would be counterintuitive to her whole goal of capturing the snow on paper, so Delilah resignedly dragged herself back under the willow tree, plopping herself down onto its thick trunk, and lazily picking up her pencil, ready to draw until the meadow was so perfectly captured. If only she could stop shivering...

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It took Delilah about five minutes of sitting there, staring coldly at the ground, before she realized the drawing was a lost cause. I suppose I'll return tomorrow,[/i] she thought dimly to herself while she mindlessly gathered her stuff. With one last glance at the falling snow, Delilah shuffled from the spot under the tree, through the meadow, and back into the warmth of her father's shop.

ooc: I don't understand the procedure for finished threads, but this thread is finished, if that matters!